Chapter 232
Tsunade was dressed in a set of emerald-green outer robes, her sleeves rolled up. Her expression was calm, betraying no emotion, as she focused intently on sharpening the blade. Haruto Saito watched her, but she didn't look back at him. Instead, her eyes were fixed on the blade, occasionally lifting it to run her thumb along the edge, testing its sharpness.
"Crazy woman, I think there might be some misunderstanding here," Haruto said, scooting further into the bed, trying to put some distance between himself and Tsunade.
"A misunderstanding? Hah!" Tsunade didn't even glance at Haruto, her tone cold and detached. There was no visible anger on her face.
Tsunade was usually the type to wear her emotions on her sleeve—when she was angry, she showed it; when she was about to explode, it was obvious. But now, her calm demeanor felt like the eerie quiet before a storm.
"Can't you remember what happened yesterday? Think about it! You were the one who initiated it!" Haruto blurted out. "You were the one who stripped me! You even said I was cute! Don't you remember?"
"What does it matter if I remember or not?" Tsunade replied indifferently, holding the kunai up to the window and squinting to check the sharpness of the blade. "What's done is done. What shouldn't have happened has already happened. No amount of talking can change that."
"I think you should untie me first. We can have a proper conversation," Haruto said earnestly.
"What's there to talk about?" Tsunade placed the kunai back on the stone and continued sharpening it. "Just close your eyes. It'll all be over soon."
"Don't say things like that! It's terrifying!" Haruto shivered.
The ropes binding Haruto were specially made, but they couldn't truly restrain him. He could use his Barrier Removal Technique to transform the ropes into a medium for teleportation, allowing him to escape instantly.
However, Haruto didn't dare to do so lightly.